The shooting tapered off a little after noon. Whoever they were, they didn’t have the heart for a full-on battle. We found blood where they had taken cover, but no wounded or bodies.
Sometimes raiders leave their wounded: that’s how we got Earl. Once he’d healed he became our cook. When I think of some of the awful stuff we ate before he came along, I wonder how we’ve made it this long.
We haven’t seen a zombie in weeks. Some people think it’s over, but I’m not so sure. I guess we’ll know when somebody dies. Probably Mrs. Núñez.
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